Felicia and Corrin - The Dragon and the Maid
by SValkyrie
Summary: Felicia just happens to be a maid in love with a prince. But not any prince. This prince can turn into a dragon. A Corrin and Felicia fanfic.
1. Misconceptions

**Misconceptions**

Corrin patrolled the perimeter of their Fort watching for any inconsistencies and listening for any odd sounds. He had just finished washing his hair keeping it in the perfect mess he liked to think was stylishly mature. Passing a few of the soldiers Corrin thanked them awkwardly as they complimented on his black and white scaled armour its unique skin tight design having become a popular topic amongst the army, however, it was starting to make him uncomfortable. Nearing the Mess Hall Corrin could smell the sweet aroma of cinnamon and vanilla as it weaved its way into his senses. As he got nearer though Corrin smelt a tinge of bitter ash. _What could that be? It smells like somethings burning. Oh no, a fire. Oh, gods._

"Why does this sort of thing always happen to me? I've ruined ANOTHER meal! I thought I followed the recipe perfectly this time…", a sweet voice murmured.

Rushing into the kitchen through the back door Corrin could smell the permeating stench of burnt pastry but there was no sign of a fire, heck there wasn't even any smoke. Instead he found a beautiful maid with baby pink hair sulking in the corner. _This couldn't be good_.

"Hey Felicia." He greeted the young maid cautiously observing the oven before continuing, "Did you start a fire? That would be the third time this month."

"Lord Corrin! N-No! Not this time… This time I just ruined another meal."

 _Oh,_ not _a fire. I just assumed the worst._

"Felicia... I'm sorry." Corrin apologised before he made her upset with his brash assumption he didn't want her to be angry with him especially _Felicia_ of all people, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Please, cheer up! You're plenty helpful to everyone. I promise."

"Sorry, but I don't believe that at all."

Watching Felicia sit in the corner as she berated herself didn't feel right with Corrin. He needed to find a way to cheer her up. He needed to find something that showed her how useful she really was. Something to make Felicia understand that she really _was_ a valued member of this kingdom _slash_ army _slash_ family. Corrin suddenly remembered her heroic act in their previous battle where Felicia had strategically drawn the enemy to her by screaming in panic before taking them all down single-handedly. Voicing his thoughts of her being a brave warrior he only found himself in a bigger hole as Felicia curled into a tighter ball rejecting his notion as she had been a coward but got herself surrounded and so had to eliminate the bandits in her way.

"I don't want to be a good warrior anyway!" She protested, "We have plenty of soldiers already. I want to be a good maid."

"Yeah, I guess so. I suppose you don't have to join us on the battlefield."

"But then I'd be COMPLETELY worthless!"

"No! Don't say that! You could... er... You could help with…"

Everything he had said during their conversation, _if you could call it a conversation, it was becoming more like a one-sided debate_ , had gotten Felicia more upset with herself. There was nothing Corrin could do to help her even if he wished it were not true and so he did the one thing he could do.

"Oh, look! A Faceless! I have to go." He blurted before sprinting out of the Mess Hall kitchen.

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 **Hi everyone. So this is my first try at a fanfiction hopefully it's good. Please if you find something that you like or see something that I could improve on leave a reply so I can keep it up or work on the improving said something.**

 **Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and all rights go to the awesome team at Intelligent Systems.**


	2. Cuts and Blushes

**Cuts and Blushes**

 _Okay Felicia. You just have to hold the dishes in your hands while you walk forwards._

Felicia took three deep breaths before she took careful wary steps towards the corridor on her left. She cringed with each step she took on the smooth yellow and white tiles as she awaited the inevitable and shameful fall that was bound to happen. _No_. _She couldn't think like that._ She had to be like Corrin. Someone who was always positive. She had to be positive. With that thought in mind Felicia squared her shoulders and took bountiful strides as she reached the looming corridor. Ahead of her thirty-five metres of alternating streaks of yellow and white led to a giant bronze double-door. The door towered above the two statues that sat on pedestals of gold. The statues depicted the great and noble Dawn Dragon which watched her with benevolent eyes as she took a step towards them.

But on her next step a startling rustle of metal hitting metal made her flinch and lose balance on the slippery tiles. _Oh no_. Felicia looked at the pile of broken dishes in front of her. _Why does this always happen to me?_ But before she could register all the damage she had caused a click sounded from the door signalling the entrance of her master. _Oh no. I got to get out of here._ Felicia scurried off on all fours around the corner before slumping down against the wall as she felt a streak of some sort of liquid cascade down her nose. Wiping her face she looked at her pale palm but instead of seeing the normal whiteness of her skin she found it to be smeared with red. But not any red this was _blood_ red. Footsteps could be heard stopping amongst the pile of broken dishes. _She shouldn't have stayed._ Pushing herself back up she felt a pang of pain spread from her forehead before she touched the source of the pain, "Ouch!" she blurted, "that really stings." She could hear the footsteps from before draw closer to her. _Silly Felicia. Why did you have to be_ so _loud? Now you're in big trouble._

"Hey Felicia." A dreamy voice called as the footsteps rounded the corner, _she could recognise that voice anywhere._ She turned towards Corrin as the white-haired man continued his greeting."I just saw a big pile of broken dishes. Did you?" The man paused as he realised her obvious discomfort. His gorgeous rose red eyes scanning her body until they met the source of pain on her forehead.

"Oh wow!" Corrin exclaimed, "That's a big cut on your forehead. Are you all right? Here, let me take a look... Hm. We should put some ointments on this."

As she watched him take out a tin of healing salve from a pocket in the denim jeans he wore she couldn't stop herself from admiring his well-toned muscles. The veins that popped from his arms accentuated his sturdiness while his skin tight shirt outlined his solid build from his chest to his abs. _(Wait shouldn't he be wearing his armour you might say. Are you crazy?! He's relaxing. Why would he need armour?)._ Corrin tenderly rubbed the salve into her cut but he pulled away as she flinched at the burning pain it caused. Feeling guilt as she watched his face droop she nudged his finger back to her forehead to tell him to continue. She bit back the pain as the thought of Corrin kept her at bay. _But he was her master she should be helping him. Not the other way around._

"I'm so useless I can't even carry a few stupid dishes around." She cried. "I wish I could serve you like a proper maid. Or at least stop breaking things…Then you wouldn't have to look after me all the time." Taken aback by her sudden outburst Corrin hastily put the salve back into his pocket before trying to come up with a response.

"Aw, come on. Felicia. We're practically family! And Family's always help each other out _and_ It's the least I could do for someone who saved my life."

"I saved your life?" She replied. Not remembering anything that she had done in her time that could have saved his life.

"Don't you remember? It was when I had that terrible fever, years ago. I kept getting sicker and sicker."

 _Oh, yes._ She remembered that event it had occurred only a day after she and Flora, _her blue haired sister_ , had started serving under Corrin, "Yes. I do remember. But even then, I was a mess. I couldn't care for you properly at all!I had no idea what to do when you fell ill." She trailed off before being interrupted by Corrin's caring voice.

"Well, you didn't know the normal ways to treat an illness, that's true... But that didn't matter. You kept my fever down for days using your ice powers. Drawing the heat out of me and into yourself... They said it was extremely dangerous. You could have died."

 _Yes it kind of was._ Felicia had been weak from the exertion of her powers and the heat of the fever that she had been tasked to lay in bed for the rest of that week. "It was the only thing I could think to do at the time." She reminded him. She watched Corrin's face do that wistful thing whenever he was in thought.

"Did you ever stop to consider what might have happened to you? I'm grateful, of course, but I don't want you sacrificing yourself for my sake, OK? I want you to look out for yourself, too."

Felicia felt the blood reach her cheeks at the words that Corrin had spoken. She barely managed to fluster back her reply. "Lord Corrin, you don't understand. I WAS looking out for myself."

"What do you mean?"

Feeling her cheeks redden even more she bit back a chuckle at his cluelessness to her half-truth. "Never mind. Forget I said anything!" Felicia rushed before running away as fast as she could.

"Felicia? Wait!"

Felicia forced herself to ignore Corrin's plea as she ran to the closet to get out a broom to clean up her mess. _Well,_ _that nearly became a disaster._

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 **Hi everyone. So this is the second chapter. _And_ yes it is just the B support for Felicia and Male Avatar but once we have finished the S support then we'll get into the good stuff of imagination. I'm just trying to get a feel for each character right now so bare with me.**

 **Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and all rights go to the awesome team at Intelligent Systems.**


	3. Catch of the Day

**Catch of the Day**

Every time she waltzed passed the two dragon statues Felicia felt she had accomplished a task. After that disgraceful incident where she got that large gash on her forehead Felicia had been able to somehow walk into Corrin's Chambers without slipping once. Holding the ceramic pot emblazoned in white and gold Felicia carefully walked towards the ladder while she regarded the room she was in.

Even after weeks of living in the Fort she was still astounded by the grand design of Corrin's Quarters. Pillars of white stone jutted out from the ground to hold the elliptical glass dome in place. Vines stretched and twisted their fingers around each pillar while a large maple tree stood tall with a golden aura. Adorning the room were many shelves of books. Each bookshelf holding a different genre. Scrolls of poems and maps were rolled neatly into pockets while novels were placed in perfect harmony with each other, thanks to the always _perfect_ Jakob. It was a wonder how Corrin had collected so many books since he created the Living Quarters through a dragon vein they had found. She passed a walk-in-wardrobe which only housed a golden laced leather suit of armour typical to Corrin's style of clothing and a few T-shirts and jeans.

Corrin never wore anything for his feet even from the first time Felicia had met her master. She dearly remembered his Nohrian sister, Camilla trying in vain to get him to wear footwear like a _proper_ royal but Corrin had blatantly refused instead donating the shoes to the orphanage that resided outside of the Northern Fortress' walls. And, damn were the orphans eager to try them on when they discovered their new shoes. Most of the shoes Corrin had been given were too big for the smaller ones however, having anticipated such a problem Corrin with the help of Flora, Jakob and herself had scoured the Royal Dressing Chambers for Elise's unused shoes and Leo's old ones. _Obviously, they had asked the Nohrian siblings for their permission before raiding the chamber_.

Reaching the ladder she was bound to scale Felicia stared at the empty spot where the pot was to be placed. Placing the pot on a nearby desk Felicia hefted the ladder positioning it directly under the high-wall cabinet. As she took the pot back into her hands its cold smooth surface tingling her warm senses Felicia noticed that she would have to stand on the top rung before she would be able to reach the cabinet. Taking a deep breath she used her right hand to grip the rung in front of her as she held the pot in her left, cuddling it to keep it from moving. As Felicia scaled the ladder her nerves started to waver. Each step higher made her feel nauseous. Once her two feet were planted on the top step she used her free hand to slide the glass pane to the side to leave a gap big enough for the pot to pass through.

Felicia took three deep breaths to calm her nerves. "You can do it, Felicia! Just put the pot back in the cabinet." She murmured to herself. Grasping the pot in both hands Felicia carefully stretched out her arms as she continued with her words of encouragement. "Gently...gently... I'm not the same old Felicia I've always been! I'm Super Felicia! I'm transforming into an elegant maid, like a caterpillar into a butterfly!" But as she placed the pot back into its spot Felicia made the dreadful mistake of looking down. Her knees started to buckle as she felt her fear of falling come back to haunt her. "NO! Argh! I'm g-gonna slip!" She squished her eyes closed as she awaited the pain that would erupt from her backside but instead she felt a light thud as strong arms caught her. She opened her eyes to find a white-haired noble grinning down on her.

"Felicia." The man chided, "Try to be more careful when you're on a ladder."

 _Oh gods. Corrin had just caught her. At least I got the pot in this time._

"Lord Corrin?! You caught me!" she immediately exclaimed as the blood rushed to her cheeks at this awkward circumstance.

"I'm just glad I arrived in time. Now, Felicia, you need to pay more attention to what you're doing. No wonder you get distracted all the time, talking to yourself like that."

"Ack! You heard that? Having you catch me was bad enough, but hearing me talk to myself... I'm never going to live this down."

Corrin instantly chuckled at her expense before he replied. "Don't worry about it too much. Let's get you back on the ground. Are you all right?"

Felicia's cheeks seemed to burn at his tenderness and care as he gently helped her on her feet. Even though Corrin had always cared for her this shameful incident was a little more than what she could handle. She barely managed to stammer a 'yes' before Corrin continued on with his _true_ agenda.

"So, you know... I might consider keeping this little incident to myself if you were to tell me something." He teased before asking. "Remember how I was scolding you for always putting others before yourself? And you said that you did look out for yourself? What did you mean by that?"

"Oh...that. Do I _have_ to tell you?" she pleaded.

"Yes. I've been wondering about it ever since."

"OK, then. I just meant that I look after myself by looking after others."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

 _Could her day get any more embarrassing? Apparently, yes. Yes, it certainly could and it very much did._ She thought for a moment before replying to his question. "You were worried that I'd neglect myself by trying too hard to help out. But the thing is... I'd only be neglecting myself if I didn't help everyone. If I stopped, I'd just feel terrible and useless... I wouldn't be happy. I know I'm a big klutz, but I take pride in working as hard as I can to serve others."

Corrin nodded as he beheld her with those big rose red eyes. "Felicia...you're a very inspiring person, you know that?"

Felicia couldn't stop her cheeks from burning at the undisguised compliment. "Oh, stop! You're making me blush!"

Before she left Corrin's Chambers he had told her his concerns on her safety. _Corrin is such a nice man_ , she thought as she walked outside to see crystal clear skies and healthy green grass. _He's so dreamy too. With his untamed hair and wild grin. He would make a fine husband too._ She swooned at the idea. _No. Felicia you can't you're a maid and he's a royal who can transform into a crazy dragon._ With that logic in mind she moped to back to the kitchens.

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 **Hi Everyone. I have been pondering on two things. And well, the first... I'm going to be delaying the S Support and putting in a few of my own things in between now and then as I feel most Fire Emblem supports are a bit rushed so I'm going to try and delve into their relationship a bit more maybe some battles or maybe even Mess Hall dialogue. Let me know if you have some ideas.** **Oh by the way since I live in Australia.** _ **AUSSIE, AUSSIE, AUSSIE.** All the Aussies reading this mentally go **OI, OI, OI**. _**But yes since I live in Australia Revelations hasn't come out yet which is a damn shame but I first bought Birthright because you know I like peace, especially the quiet (actually it was because people said it was the easier version) but since I got the Conquest DLC I find that story-wise... Conquest is _so_ much better. I haven't yet finished any of my playthroughs so I'm being early biased here _._ If any of you lovely people want to give me your view on all three paths please share but please _no_ spoilers. I'm up to Chapter 17 in Birthright and Chapter 19 in Conquest. If you're wondering why I have done more chapters in Conquest let me say one thing I get side-tracked with challenges. Oh, and the second I'm planning on writing a Caeldori and Corrin fanfic (Caeldori's mother is going to be Selena/Severa). And yes I know Revelations hasn't come out yet in Australia but I've slightly spoiled the fun of reading supports in game by watching justonegamr's Fire Emblem support vids.**

 **Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and all rights go to the awesome team at Intelligent Systems.**


	4. A Cup of Tea

**A Cup of Tea**

Corrin watched on nervously as Jakob tasted his latest batch of tea. Corrin had spent the morning in Jakob's Butler Masterclass. Corrin and a few others including Felicia had started off with carrying dishes on a tray. Everyone had been able to do it with ease. _Even_ Felicia had been capable of performing the task. Corrin eyed the pink-haired maid who stood as far from him as possible with her hands clasped in front of her in her signature pose. She seemed to be avoiding him whenever possible which was rather odd for the maid. But it was probably his imagination she had a lot of work to do since that fateful incident in his room. But before he could ponder it any longer Corrin's thoughts went straight back to the tea he had brewed as Jakob set the empty ceramic cup back on the table. A drop of sweat trickled down Corrin's chin and landed on the stone cold floor as he waited for the verdict. He mentally recalled everything that he had done to create the tea. He even remembered to add sugar. Considering the last time Jakob had taught him the ever-so- _helpful_ butler had sneaked in his own sugar to make Corrin's tea enjoyable. This time he wouldn't.

"Ah, excellent Lord Corrin. You have made the tea sweet this time but maybe a dash too much. The tea is cold enough to drink yet hot enough to warm the body. Bravo."

Corrin let loose a sigh as he smiled at the compliment. He was finally getting the hang of things. Clearing up the table he poured his tea into a ceramic teapot and gave it to one of the attending maids who would serve it to the soldiers on duty. Corrin waited as Jakob tasted everyone's beverage. At last Jakob stood at Felicia's bench the pink-haired woman cringed as the butler sipped her tea from a ceramic cup. Jakob set down his tea before starting his critique.

"A job well done on the complex lemongrass and cinnamon tea, Felicia." Corrin could hear the maid release a breath of relief. "The added acidity from the lime you undoubtedly added was balanced with the sweetness of honey. A remarkable creation for sure."

"Thank you, Jakob."

"I would like to see you brew me another pot later this week to make sure this was not just another one time fluke."

"Yes, Jakob."

As the butler walked away to begin preparing for the next lesion Corrin sidled closer to the pink-haired maid as she started to clean her table. "Hi Felicia." He greeted, "Jakob seemed to like your tea."

"Uh… H-hi Lord Corrin. Yes he did. Hopefully I can make it again for him."

"I bet you will and I'm sure you'll make it better." Corrin remarked as he eyed the beverage. He had never tried anything Felicia had prepared but now he had a chance, "Although… I have never heard of a lemongrass and cinnamon tea before" he lied. He had of course heard of such a complex beverage but had never asked Jakob to make it for him and so this would be his first. "May I have a taste?"

"Y-you want to try my tea?" the pink-haired maid managed to splutter. "Shouldn't you ask Jakob? He can make you any tea and it would be perfect."

"Sure he can. But I want to try yours and anyways if I asked Jakob right now… You know how he is. He would delay the next lesson just so I can have my tea. Besides, Jakob said it was a _remarkable creation_." Corrin grinned at her as he waited. After a few harrowing moments the maid finally relented and poured him a cup of steaming hot tea before handing it to him. "Thank you, Felicia." The maid told him to drink it up before cleaning up the rest of her bench. Corrin sniffed the side of the cup and was met with the sweet scent of cinnamon intricately laced with the riveting scent of orange-blossoms intertwined with a gingery spice. Lifting the cup to his lips Corrin gently blew on the surface to cool down the liquid. Gently, he took a small sip before being overthrown by the exquisite mixture of flavours. "Amazing." He sighed before finishing the rest of the cup and handing it back to Felicia who had patiently waited for him. "That was amazing. You have got to make more of that stuff. My tea tasted amateurish to that." Corrin grinned as he observed Felicia's cheeks redden at his compliment.

"Y-you're being hard on yourself Corrin. Mine wasn't that good."

"Oh, you underestimate yourself today Felicia. It was more than good it was great. Actually, it was more than great it was greatly-good-great."

"Thank y-you. I'll leave now. I need to serve the soldiers their tea." The maid rushed to take her leave but as she took a step her right foot got caught upon a loose ribbon from her dress. Before anything could happen to her Corrin's arm stretched out to hold on to her waist. _Phew, that was lucky or she could have spilt all that tasty tea._

"L-lord Corrin would you please let go of me?"

"Oh.. uh… sorry." Corrin awkwardly let go of the maid. "I just didn't want you to have a _nice trip_."

"It's okay." The maid reassured him. "Thanks for… uh, keeping me from having a _nice trip_." She chuckled before tying up her ribbon and leaving the kitchen.

 _She really is something._

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 **Hi everyone. So this took me awhile to come up with hopefully it's to your liking. I thought it would be interesting to hint at Jakob's supports with both Felicia and Corrin and if you noticed Jakob has A supported both characters. Oh, and one thing I really hate about the character design for Felicia is that they made her inept at pretty much everything even after practicing hard and so I have tried to change that here. I also like how Corrin can be a bit of a tease but I like to think that Felicia will at times go along with it too.**

 **Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and all rights go to the awesome team at Intelligent Systems.**


	5. Doubts that Ruin

**Doubts that Ruin**

 _A desperate plea and voices. Running footsteps and then a chime of the town bell. A hunting horn trumpeted off in the distance. She stood there. Paralysed, unable to move as a cry of pain shrieked her ears. She watched as the darkness of the flame enveloped the last hints of a smile. Red and orange overpowering the last sheets of blue._

Tears trickled down the sides of Felicia's face as she lay her head on her knees. Trying to heal from the latest scar in this undesired conflict. Each battle had left wounds and scars. But the one that they encountered at her home had left the deepest. The memories still plagued her waking hours. Images of a blazing fire haunted her. Her sister's stubborn form as she was engulfed by the flames. Felicia had not been strong enough. Her magic was not good enough. She was weak. She was clumsy. _She_ should be dead.

Outside, the sun had started its descent. Leaving the sky in tatters. It had been three days since their battle in the Ice Tribe Village. Three days since she lost a part of her. Three days since she felt alive. She would never be able to admire her role model. Never be able to see her twin blue-haired sister. Flora was better than her in all aspects of life. Now, she was gone. Her heart felt like it had been wrenched out of her chest. Her soul felt like it had been pulled to the Bottomless Canyon. She just wanted to stay in her corner. She didn't want to move.

Footsteps approached her but Felicia didn't care. _Why should she?_ Nothing mattered to her more than her sister. The footsteps reached her. She could feel a figure looking down at her but she didn't look up. She didn't want to hear about her terrible day. Nor did she care. But instead the figure slid down next to her.

"Felicia?" A warm and loving masculine voice called out to her. Deep inside she wanted to answer but all she could manage was a muffled groan.

"I know it's been hard for you." The man continued. "Today was worse than most. And I'm not going to say I understand what you are going through. Because I don't." The man reached around to hold her. But she flinched away, "I want to be here for you, Felicia. Please, let me in. Just this once." She didn't want anyone here. But she never could resist his charm. She sidled closer to him accepting his invitation. He gingerly wrapped his arm around her waist. She didn't reject him. She needed his warmth. She needed to hear his voice. She wanted to stay there with him. Even for a little while. Felicia leaned closer into his embrace. Resting her head against his shoulder. She didn't feel her emotions and thoughts well up but it all came gushing out at his touch.

"She's dead! Corrin, she's dead!" Felicia cried. "I tried to stop her! But I couldn't and now she's dead!" Water formed behind her eyes, "I won't ever see her again. Because of me she's dead." Felicia couldn't stop herself as she sobbed into the man's chest.

"I'm sorry." Corrin apologised tenderly, "I'm so sorry. It's not your fault. If anything it's mine." The man rubbed her side trying in vain to reassure her. "You and Flora have always been my friends. Not my maids. But my friends." He continued. "I should have known what my _Father_ would do. He has lied to my brothers and sisters in Nohr. I have to fight _them_. Of all the things I did. I had to pick a side. And it really keeps me awake at night." He paused. "What would have happened if I chose Nohr over Hoshido? Would Ryoma decide to kill me too? Would I have to fight Sakura? Just like how I have to fight Elise. Would Flora still be alive if I chose Nohr? Yes she most definitely would. She wouldn't have had to fight against me. No she would've been fighting with me. Against Ryoma or King Garon. Sometimes I doubt if I did the right thing. People assure me that I do. But I have this feeling that deep down I could've made a better choice."

Felicia couldn't believe it. All that time she had been isolating herself. Corrin had been suffering the same if not more than her. He was there leader. So he never truly showed his emotions. "I'm sorry, Felicia." He continued as she finally took her head off her knees to look at him. His hair was dishevelled and his eyes were bagging with tears that slid down his face. "You're here mourning your sister and I just blurted out my problems. That shouldn't even be yours to worry about."

Corrin made to stand but Felicia grabbed his arm. Realising what she had done she hesitantly let go as he looked at her awkwardly. A few long moments passed before Felicia's throat released allowing her to say one simple phrase. "Please stay with me. Even for a while."

Corrin gave her a slight smile, "I'll stay with you for as long as you need me."

He lay back against the wall as his arms wrapped around her. Felicia's thoughts of Flora were still embedded in her mind. But they didn't haunt her as much. Corrin was her anchor. Corrin was her warmth. And her strength. She wrapped her arms around his as she lay her head against his chest. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. She could hear his heart beat in sync with hers. They stayed there. Two figures laying in a corner. Wanting nothing but the other's warmth as they were lulled to sleep.

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 **Hi Everyone. Sorry for the delay I tried to upload the file on Friday but it wouldn't load so I did the next best thing and just copy and pasted on an existing chapter. Took me a pretty long while to come up with the idea. So this one is pretty sad. I hope it came out as sad. Next one will definitely not be sad.**

 **Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and all rights go to the awesome team at Intelligent Systems.**


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